The Dallas daily herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1887, 1887-02-15
| Tho Simultaneous Thought.

"Fanceisi" she almost shrieked.
Something occurred in my sight once
that has altered my entire life"
"There, now. have no claim upon
your confidence" he demonstrated.
But, my dear friend, l must tell
somebody. I've never told human
being, though I've described it tn my.
self hundred thousand times. p,
haps / shall be absolved of my long
penance if do but confide the secret
to some one else"
II warn you that I am wretched
confessor."
"You must not interrupt me-"
81 promise"
Every well, tell you it just as seq
it with my eyes and hear it with my
ears this moment" Mootla began. IL
am a mere child. 1t is warm summer
day, and / am in q carpenters shop,
somewhere-for 1 never knew the name
OF the place-hunting blocks for toy
houses among the shavings. In the
centre of the room there are two work.
men, quite near each other. They are
intimate friends. One is using broad
AK. He is trimming down peice of
timber, while the other makes mortice
holes in the end of the same great log.
The younger man, who with mallet and
chisel, is pale and much exhausted.
Laying down his tools, he slowly raises
his arms above his head as he drawls
out,
"'You handle that ak so well,
George
"'Yes?' murmers the AMMAN in a
strangely interrogative tone, as the
steel cleaves the side of the tough beam.
Now he stops chopping to glare vacant
ly at the cold gray metal; now he re-
sumes work more vigorously.
at seems so keen, the younger says.
"'And sure, the elder adds.
"'Life's such a bore, wish you'd
split my head
poor follow, he's taken at his word.
"A flash of light and new crash put
An everlasting period to the dialogue.
see the AXIS blade buried in the skull
of the young apprentice, while its han
die still quivers in the elder workman's
grasp.
my God the look of horror on that
facet IL fades away, and
the man falls in swoon upon the floor.
II hear the rush of feet. Blanched
faces gather round in awful silenc.. l
am not seen. They do not suspect me
Of the terrible crime. Why don'tsome-
body speak?
"How hideous is silence!
II see only one object in that room.
Not the bleeding corpse, but the man
who had done the murder. l, alone,
have heard their conversation. l, alone,
know how the young man begged for
death. crawl over to the PROSTATE
chopper Of wood. L understand the
case. / stoop down and kiss his
cold forehead. / forgive him-for
| know that he only obliged friend.
They tell me that he also is dead.
Strong men strive to tear me from him,
but beg to stay. They deny me this.
| scream He is my father"
as this true?" exclaimed Walter,
at the realism of the
tale.
"True," answered Mootla, solemnly;
but / swear to you that man acted
moral intent. | understand
he psychology Of that crime now. 1t
was the correlation. the reciprocity of
ike thought simultaneously present in
two minds. We are told Of danger in
,onjunctions of the stars, of human ills
hat track the wake of an eclipse-what
ire they all, compared to the impulse
hat makes an innocent man 9 muir.
lerer?" faH .i
There was long pause.
at was all so horrible that 1 believe
he average death-rate in the village in
Mootla resumed hearing anew
Ter own thoughts. There were two "
suicides soon after, and boy lover u
tranGled his sweetheart" -i 20